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Fanfare, v. 2, issue 1, whole no. 7, August 1941
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fanfare ix LINES FROM THE LAST GRAVE The craggy ledge and coax the tottering walls To final plunging flight into the throat That opened from the many black-mouthed sea. A red sun lowered to the aged deep That stretched in leaden fields and merged to gray. A wasting gray that wrapped the earth -- a sky As gray as age -- an ocean gray as death. These dull escarpments ranged, the only land Of those great mountains where a mighty race Had built their cities and their gardens. Here, The weary and of wonderous tales was told. . . On this grim coast that cursed a race's hope And one last shadow creeping down the rocks, To wander sadly at the water's edge. I felt the breath of all the ages here At this far rim of slowly ending time. That past and future blended and I felt The chilling wind descend, tho future die. - - - - - - - - - - The purple past is clouding and I go To journey with that train of priest-like shapos Who mount the eastern height where never sun Shall rise on Man's design again, and bear With them the torches flaring high, to seek Some magic city of immortal peace. Now, on the last look, and then, Go Skyward, Ghost! FINIS STF RECOLLECTIONS (cont. from p. vii) vacation, and the idly observed fact that there w a new boy in the neighborhood. Contact with him did not come until the first day of the school year, when, finding a stranger next to him in class, he inquired where he lived and was practically paralyzed to find that he lived at the end of his own street. Further inquiries at the recess period led to an agree ment that they'd walk home together. Questions asked and answered brought out the stranger's love of science, and far more important, his love of books. That was enough. . . . A mutual defensive alliance against everybody and everything from school teachers to stray dogs was immediately concluded between the two. That alliance, now fourteen years old, has never been released nor weakened in any way, altho time has brought some strange changes in the surroundings of the two 'Twas he who introduced the kid to the new magazine AMAZING STORIES, till then unnoticed. Then came collecting. Since then, many a delightful yarn has been read and commented upon; many friendships have been formed, and the thoroly delightful hours of discussion and argument that have come of them are highly valued, and it is the kid's hope that they will continue and flourish. # # # # # # # # # #
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fanfare ix LINES FROM THE LAST GRAVE The craggy ledge and coax the tottering walls To final plunging flight into the throat That opened from the many black-mouthed sea. A red sun lowered to the aged deep That stretched in leaden fields and merged to gray. A wasting gray that wrapped the earth -- a sky As gray as age -- an ocean gray as death. These dull escarpments ranged, the only land Of those great mountains where a mighty race Had built their cities and their gardens. Here, The weary and of wonderous tales was told. . . On this grim coast that cursed a race's hope And one last shadow creeping down the rocks, To wander sadly at the water's edge. I felt the breath of all the ages here At this far rim of slowly ending time. That past and future blended and I felt The chilling wind descend, tho future die. - - - - - - - - - - The purple past is clouding and I go To journey with that train of priest-like shapos Who mount the eastern height where never sun Shall rise on Man's design again, and bear With them the torches flaring high, to seek Some magic city of immortal peace. Now, on the last look, and then, Go Skyward, Ghost! FINIS STF RECOLLECTIONS (cont. from p. vii) vacation, and the idly observed fact that there w a new boy in the neighborhood. Contact with him did not come until the first day of the school year, when, finding a stranger next to him in class, he inquired where he lived and was practically paralyzed to find that he lived at the end of his own street. Further inquiries at the recess period led to an agree ment that they'd walk home together. Questions asked and answered brought out the stranger's love of science, and far more important, his love of books. That was enough. . . . A mutual defensive alliance against everybody and everything from school teachers to stray dogs was immediately concluded between the two. That alliance, now fourteen years old, has never been released nor weakened in any way, altho time has brought some strange changes in the surroundings of the two 'Twas he who introduced the kid to the new magazine AMAZING STORIES, till then unnoticed. Then came collecting. Since then, many a delightful yarn has been read and commented upon; many friendships have been formed, and the thoroly delightful hours of discussion and argument that have come of them are highly valued, and it is the kid's hope that they will continue and flourish. # # # # # # # # # #
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